How About That

When I got into the shop this morning I took another look.
The man in the upper right looked very familiar. Too familiar.

I had to ask my mom.

Sure enough, that's my grandfather.
Right next to my grandmother.
And my aunt. And great aunt.
And great-grandfather with my great-grandmother.

The boy getting his first Communion?

My dad.

We don't have a lot of older family photos, so I haven't seen these people from this era.
What a fantastic find... I wonder how the negative ended up in that book... who's book was it? How did it eventually end up in my sorting pile?

It's like a message in a bottle. Some years ago, I was browsing in a used bookstore in a small town in central Texas. A collection of old postcards caught my eye. The first one I looked at, randomly in the middle of the box, had a picture of my great grandfather's clothing store (in another very small town a couple hundred miles away). The message on the back told about how the store had been burglarized the previous day, big news for such a small town. There is a genealogist who specializes in reuniting lost photos and other documents with their families.